Mother make me gold again again again again It was us and you and him you you and him And each of us were golden Like sunset on my childhood curtains The beige and the brown and the bronze on fire With the days end with the days with the days end oh it ends Those days end ‘Cause surely everything has blackened Mother make me golden again Mother make me gold again again again again I was pure and warm, innocent And each of us were golden Like sunset on John laughing Oh how the light would cover him With the stitches, no tag backs And the red kool-aid mustache We can race there and then back Just sodas and best friends Waging war on the ant's nest And a card in your spokes clicks Like the bu*tons on a joy stick I loved it